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At risk of sounding like an absolute whinger, I'm absolutely going to whinge. Block your ears if you're not interested.
It keeps getting worse... my second favourite jacket was in the car. My awesome blue Maglite was in there. My yellow Tupperware full of Curiously Strong Peppermints (*ahem* sentimental value, mmkay? I always knew that I'd have a container of mints in my first car; it was the icing on the cake, if you will) too. I thought of all these things yesterday, but only realised today my wallet was gone. Cue cancelling of credit and EFTPOS cards (what kind of thief steals a car but doesn't even try to use the credit card in it? This one, apparently...), ordering of a new driver licence and borrowing cash from Dad. The replacements are costing me over $50. The wallet was special; it was the designer one I bought from Kirks with my birthday money from my 21st. The only thing I'm happy about is that my iRiver wasn't in there. I still have one toy...
I feel like such a loser being sad about stuff. When Dad woke me up in the middle of the night, I was relieved when he told my my car was gone, because the only reason I could think of for him coming down to get me was that someone had died. Now anyone would think someone had... I'm just completely gutted. People keep telling me I'm taking it really well, so obviously I'm a master of the brave face. I'm pissed off because I only had 3rd party insurance - I assumed I'd be more likely to crash than to have my car stolen. Suffice to say, if or when I ever afford a new car, I'll be upgrading my policy! I'm pissed off because it's almost Christmas and I can't even begin to think how I'll be able to buy presents. I'm pissed off that there's no overtime on offer at work when I need the money more than ever.
Thus endeth The Rant: The Sequel.
Happy late birthday, Heather. I forgot, I'm sorry. Love ya!
It keeps getting worse... my second favourite jacket was in the car. My awesome blue Maglite was in there. My yellow Tupperware full of Curiously Strong Peppermints (*ahem* sentimental value, mmkay? I always knew that I'd have a container of mints in my first car; it was the icing on the cake, if you will) too. I thought of all these things yesterday, but only realised today my wallet was gone. Cue cancelling of credit and EFTPOS cards (what kind of thief steals a car but doesn't even try to use the credit card in it? This one, apparently...), ordering of a new driver licence and borrowing cash from Dad. The replacements are costing me over $50. The wallet was special; it was the designer one I bought from Kirks with my birthday money from my 21st. The only thing I'm happy about is that my iRiver wasn't in there. I still have one toy...
I feel like such a loser being sad about stuff. When Dad woke me up in the middle of the night, I was relieved when he told my my car was gone, because the only reason I could think of for him coming down to get me was that someone had died. Now anyone would think someone had... I'm just completely gutted. People keep telling me I'm taking it really well, so obviously I'm a master of the brave face. I'm pissed off because I only had 3rd party insurance - I assumed I'd be more likely to crash than to have my car stolen. Suffice to say, if or when I ever afford a new car, I'll be upgrading my policy! I'm pissed off because it's almost Christmas and I can't even begin to think how I'll be able to buy presents. I'm pissed off that there's no overtime on offer at work when I need the money more than ever.
Thus endeth The Rant: The Sequel.
Happy late birthday, Heather. I forgot, I'm sorry. Love ya!